This is a song about "Was"

But you assumed i was

And mine somewhere bout mars

The you should look up in the stars

Because this is how it was,

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Home was never sweet when i was there

Was loosely associated

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

And through this confusion what he deduced was

First one was stabbed, second one was strangled,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Was it insufficient?

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp